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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

It's kinda like the Gremlins...

...sort of cute at first and kinda fun. And then before you realize what has happened it has multiplied right before your eyes. All of a sudden here I am with 4 bags of Amish Friendship Bread, bubbling and fermenting ready to be divided into four more bags and baked into 8 loaves of bread. I've lost you haven't I? Let me back up a bit. My J.U.G.G's pal Nicki gave me a gallon zip lock bag of friendship at our last happy hour(s). The whole deal behind this Amish bread is you get this bag of gooey batter with a set of instructions on how to care and nurture it until it is aged enough to be baked into a loaf of yummy-ness. So it's not quite as complex as caring for a Gremlin. You don't have to worry about exposing it to sunlight or feeding it after midnight. Days 1-5 you simply mush the bag and let our any air that may be trapped inside. Day 6 (the day I ALMOST got kicked out of the colony) you add 1 cup of flour, sugar and milk to the bag and you guessed it... mush it some more (I forgot the additions on day 6 and did them on day 7 and guess what-it still worked-those Amish don't scare me). Days 7-9 you keep on smooshing that bag like a farmer tugging on a milk cow's teet (I know-its a stretch). Day 10 is the day I bake like the good little hutterite I am AND more importantly you create 4 starter bags to pass onto friends. This is where I f'd up royally. See 10 days ago when I procreated my 4 new bags of Amish jiz I mushed and added per the directions, but didn't really do the friendship part. Yup, I kept em all. This brings me back to where I began and my current dilemma. Today I baked count em eight, yes 8, loaves of the bread and reproduced sixteen, I repeat 16 new bags. See? Gremlins. Or maybe more like a cat lady who can't seem to part with her beloved kittens or in my case bread starters. But I was worried. Those Amish don't fool around. They threaten if you give all the starters away you won't be able to make the cinnamon-and-sugar-cake-like-bread. Well, guess what. Those hutterite's are a bunch of liars. I found it! Yup, the "starter secret." What does this mean for you? If you live, work or play near me you are getting a "starter" bag of the "no longer mysterious" Amish starter substance. And yes, it's worth all the mushing and messing around.

4 comments:

I'm Henry said...

SHOCKING!! Do you think people in "the cities" know who the Hutterites are? Thanks for the bread, sorry about the committment. I've been kicked out of the colony.

Disgruntled Princess said...

It's times like this that I am glad I live out in the sticks, people tend not to just drop by with bags of bubbling goo. And we "cities" people know who the Hutterites are-they wear tight shirts and little orange shorts...right?

Fabulous Over 40 said...

I'm dying to make the goo!

Anonymous said...

I so would have taken the goo home;
if you would have told me....16!!!
OMG, what are you going to do?
I think a closed adoption....you my never want to see those babies
again....lola